Here stand the first rebels who chose to fight.
Their names are carved into the uprising — not as donors, but as Founding Outlaws of the wild.
Each name is a footprint that says: We were here. We chose the wild. We refused surrender.
This wall is their roar, their mark, their eternal rebellion.
And there’s space waiting for yours.
This is not charity. This is resistance. Every tusk, every roar, every track in the dust is under siege. To steward the wild is to stand as a rebel against extinction itself. You either fight for it, or you surrender it forever. There is no middle ground.
We are the vanguard. The ones who refuse silence, who choose action over apathy. When you give, your name doesn’t just go on a wall — it becomes part of a shield, a roar, a living legacy.
